“Is there anyone else left in the clinic?” Max asks. There is a light scruff on his chin and cheeks, and it looks mighty sexy on him. I never thought scruff and business suits would go together, but Max definitely proved me wrong. Then again, Max looks good wearing anything. Or nothing. I especially like him when he wears nothing.
“By this time everyone’s usually gone. Abby must be somewhere around, since she’s in charge of closing. But don’t get any crazy ideas,” I warn.
“Define crazy.” Max stops right in front of me, cupping the side of my face with his hand. His eyes zero in on my lips, and I lick them in an almost unconscious gesture. He swallows, and the way his Adam’s apple bobs down and up makes my knees weak. Dragging a thumb across my lower lip, he leans closer until his mouth covers mine. The kiss is explosive. Our tongues lash against one another in a frantic rhythm, while our hands explore. Mine roam over his chest; his are everywhere. My waist, my thighs—the upper part of my inner thighs. Holy hell. When his fingers nearly reach the fabric of my thong, I break off the kiss.
“This,” I whisper. “This is crazy.”
“Oh no, Emilia. Backing you against the wall and making you scream for me would be crazy.” His head is burrowed in my neck, and his hot, labored breath caresses my skin. One of his hands is still on my waist. “You make me go from zero to full hard-on in seconds. What am I going to do with you?”
“Whatever you want,” I whisper.
“Is that so?” His lips trail up my neck until they reach the lobe of my ear. “Don’t give me carte blanche, Emilia, because I will take you up on it.” When he gently tugs at it with his teeth, heat singes my center.
“Max….”
“I’m one kiss away from having my way with you here. Or in that elevator around the corner.”
This brings a giggle out of me. “I thought elevator sex wasn’t in the cards.”
“Right now, I’m reconsidering it.”
Pushing him away, I step back. “Keep your dirty thoughts until after our dinner. Where are your manners, Bennett?”
“You make me forget I have any.”
“Let’s go,” I say, because his eyes still have that dangerous glint that sends delicious shivers down my back.
As we step out of the building, we find Mrs. Deveraux smoking and pacing in the small park in front of the clinic.
“Is anything wrong, Mrs. Deveraux?” I ask her.
“No, dear. Just waiting for my date to pick me up. Have fun with yours.” She gives Max an exaggerated wink, which makes him frown.
“Err, why did your patient give me the sex wink?” Max asks once we’re out of her earshot, looking somewhere between surprised and panicked.
“She told me from the very first time she saw you that you’d be a stud in bed for sure.”
Max lightens up considerably at this. “How could she tell?”
“Apparently there’s this way you walk that made her awesome-sex radar pick up.”
“And here I thought I actually had to prove my worth to women by doing the actual deed. Turns out, all I have to do is walk around.”
“Sorry to disappoint,” I say cockily, “but I think Mrs. Deveraux’s level of wisdom can only be acquired with age. You still have to prove yourself to us youngsters out here.”
Max doesn’t reply, merely kisses the living daylights out of me, right in the middle of the sidewalk.
“There’s no sweeter challenge than proving it to you,” he whispers in my ear, making me shiver. As he leads us to the car, Max places a protective arm around my shoulders and I interlace my fingers with his.
“Why are you smiling like that?” he asks, kissing my temple.
“I’m just amazed how you can go from sexy beast to protective boyfriend in just a few minutes.”
“Hey!” He shoves the side of his hip playfully against mine. “I can wear both hats at the same time. For example, now, I’m thinking about how easy it is to feel you up in this dress. I have free access below, and I bet if I pull it down, I’d have a wonderful view of your tits.”
“Haha! When I bought it, I wondered how long you’d last until you made a comment about it. We didn’t even climb in your car yet.”
Max shrugs, and as we come to a stop in front of his car, he opens the door for me. I love the gentlemanly side of him. Damn it, I love every part of him.